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ANIMAL TALES 


BY 

LAURA ROUNTREE SMITH 

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AUTHOR OF 

“STORY TIME TALES" 


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Introduction ... 5 

The Calico Dog and the Sawdust Cat. 6 

The Mad March Hare’s Tale. 12 

A Community Circus. 17 

Little Bow-Wow. 25 

Bunny Bob-Tail. 30 

Big Brother Builder. 34 

The Peek-A-Boo Kitten. .. . 40 

Old Man Roar-A-Way’s Christmas Day. 47 

In Animal Cracker Land..... 54 

Prince Fair-Play. 59 

Little Hippety-Hop. 63 

The Pin-Cushion Cat. 69 

The Little Red Night-Cap,.. 73 

The Lonesome Bear.... 78 


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INTRODUCTION 


The Animal Tales we like the best, 
We read them every day; 

And when we settle down to resit. 
We tuck the book away. 

Under my pillow if you look, 

Most any night you’ll see; 

The copy of my Animal Book, 

It goes to sleep with me. 








THE CALICO DOG AND THE 
SAWDUST CAT 

The Calico Dog and Sawdust Cat, 

Will give you a surprise, 

At midnight, seated on a mat, 

They wink and blink their eyes. 

The Calico Dog barks, “Bow-wow,” 

The Sawdust Cat sings out, “Me-ow.” 

Once upon a time, the Family Clock 
sang out twelve, and the Calico Dog 
winked and blinked his little bead eyes, 
and the Sawdust Cat rose and danced a 
two-step. 

The Calico Dog said: 

“Let's set up housekeeping in the woods," 

The Sawdust Cat said: 

“Ha, ha! I really wish we could." 













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7 


So the two went tiptoeing out an open 
window, for they had decided, in that 
single moment, to set up housekeeping 
fof themselves. 

As they went pitter, patter through 
the woods whom should they meet but 
a woolly dog named Little Bow-Wow. 

“Where are you going?” asked Little 
Bow-Wow. 

The Calico Dog and the Sawdust Cat 
replied: 

“We have decided, whatever the weather, 

We will set up housekeeping together.” 

“Can I join you?” asked Little Bow- 
Wow. 

The Calico Dog looked very wise, 

And repeated the question with his eyes. 

The Sawdust Cat said, “What can you 
do about a house?” 

At that, Little Bow-Wow wagged his 
tail and said: 

“Let me join you this fine day, 

I’ll bark to keep the tramps away.” 

So they let Little Bow-Wow join 
them, and next they met an enormous 
cat called “Pussy Whiskers.” 


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She bowed politely and asked, 
“Where are you going?” 

To this, the Calico Dog and the Saw¬ 
dust Cat replied as before: 

“We have decided, whatever the weather, 

We will set up housekeeping together.” 

“Can I join you?” asked Pussy 
Whiskers. 

The Sawdust Cat looked on ahead, 

And very softly this, she said: 

“What can you do about a house?” 

Pussy Whiskers replied: 

“I am really useful about a house, 

I can rid you of every rat and mouse.” 

So Pussy Whiskers joined them. 

Next they met the Mad March Hare, 
who begged to join them before he even 
knew where they were going. 

He said: 

“Long ago I formed the habit 

To teach folks to eat a little rarebit.” 

They all laughed at that, and without 
any more questions said he could go 
with them. 

Then Hugger, the Bear, appeared in 
the path. He had lately waked from his 


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winter nap, and when he learned where 
the party were going he said: 

“I am a very intelligent Bear, 

I can stir the fire from an easy chair.” 


They soon found a little wee house 
in the woods and would soon have been 
happy, as happy could be, if they had 
only had a cook in the party. 

They went to look, in every nook, 

Outside a book, for a little cook. 


The Calico Dog began to sigh and 
the Sawdust Cat even cried into her little 
pocket handkerchief. 

They had walked so far thev were 
tired and hungry, and almost in despair, 
when they heard a merry voice singing: 

“Down beside the merry brook. 

See the jolly little cook.” 


There was a merry little Dwarf cook¬ 
ing something in a big kettle hung over 
a fire. 

The Calico Dog said: 

“Will von come? We give invitation hearty, 

To our little housekeeping party.” 


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The Dwarf went on stirring some¬ 
thing in the big kettle and not so much 
as even turned his head, but he replied: 

“If you will look for a year and a day 
For a bead necklace, I’ll come to stay.” 

“A bead necklace,” said the Calico 
Dog. 

“A bead necklace,” grunted the Saw¬ 
dust Cat. 

“A bead necklace,” growled Little 
Bow-Wow. 

Pussy Whiskers only yawned, and the 
Mad March Hare and Old Hugger 
said: “That will be easy, as easy can 
be.” 

So, those funny animals went up and 
down for a year and a day, and picked 
up red beads, and yellow beads, and 
silver beads, and glass beads, and gold 
beads, that the children had dropped 
from their own necklaces, and in a year 
and a day they had made a wonderful 
necklace for the Dwarf. 

At last they had a fine cook and they 
set up housekeeping in the woods. 

The little Dwarf said: 


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“Ha, ha, now I can stew and bake, 

And many an apple pie Til make, 

I never yet had a mistake, 

With apple sauce, or fine fruit cake.” 

All the animals clapped at that, for it 
made their mouths water to hear of so 
many good things to eat. 

All the party were merry and gay, 

Little Bow-Wow now kept tramps away; 

And Pussy Whiskers in a trice 
Rid the wee house of rats and mice. 

The Mad March Hare assisted the cook, 

To make a rarebit, read from a book. 

Old Hugger never seemed to tire, 

To sit in his chair and stir the fire. 

Said the Calico Dog, “I am glad and gay,” 

Said the Cat, “It is fun to run away.” 

At this very minute the Family Clock 
struck one. The Calico Dog winked 
and blinked his bead eyes. 

For in the self-same place he sat, 

Right beside the Sawdust Cat. 

The Cat’s eyes had a merry gleam, 

She said, “I had such a funny dream.” 

They stared at each other and then at the clock, 
Who only sang, “Tick, tock, tick, tock.” 


THE MAD MARCH HARE’S 
TALE 

“You are mad—I am mad, 

’Tis funny I declare; 

You are mad—I am mad,” 

Sang the Mad March Hare. 

He sat by his neat little cottage door 
wildly brushing his fur and whiskers, 
when Susan Sparrow, Charlie Chip¬ 
munk, Shaggy Bear and Hop-Skip, the 
Squirrel, came by. 

They, one and all, begged the Mad 
March Hare to tell them a story, and all 
sat down in the shade to rest. 

He winked his eyes, 

’Tho it was no surprise. 

He was a born story-teller and all the 
animals knew it! 

He began in a sing-song kind of 
way: 

“There is nothing odd, I do declare, 

About calling me the Mad March Hare; 

Now you get mad at everything. 

When you ought to laugh and sing. 

I catch your temper as you know. 

When the merry March winds blow.” 

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Then the Mad March Hare drew a 
long breath and crossed his legs as he 
sat on a stump and the real story began. 

Once upon a time there was a little 
Sparrow who liked to drink quarts and 
quarts of water, but she just naturally 
hated to take a bath. 

She was mad when she had to get into the tub, 
She was mad when she had to rub and scrub. 

Every Saturday night when it was 
bathtime, she cried so hard that I heard 
the noise! 

At this very minute Susan Sparrow 
blushed under her grey feathers and 
hopped nervously about upon the tree! 

Then, continued the Hare, there was 
a little Chipmunk who lived next door, 
and he said: 

“It makes me mad I do declare, 

To ever have to comb my hair.” 

He howled so, I could distinctly hear 
him cry and say when he was grown 
up he never intended to comb his hair. 

At this particular second Charlie 
Chipmunk looked guilty and hung his 
head. 



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Then, continued the Hare: 

“There was a Squirrel who made a noise, 

He cried whenever he broke his toys.” 

At this critical moment Hop-Skip, 
the Squirrel, leaned so far over the 
branch where he sat that he fell with a 
thud to the ground. 

Not a single word was spoken, 

’Till • they saw no bones were broken. 

The Mad March Hare continued 
talking about a good-hearted Bear who 
lived next door. 

It made him mad to do the chores, 

He always growled and slammed the doors. 

At this time the old clock in the 
village near the woods struck two, and 
on the stroke of two, Shaggy Bear took 
out his red pocket-handkerchief and 
stuffed it into his mouth to keep from 
laughing out loud. 

Then, to the surprise of all, the Mad 
March Hare rose and began to dance 
wildly about, singing, 

“You all get mad for years and years, 

You growl and scold and shed some tears.” 


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I can’t imagine what would have 
happened next if Fairy Laughter had 
not appeared at that very minute. 

She came dancing and singing 
through the woods, scattering sweet 
sugar plums to all who asked for them. 

She cried out: 

“Ha, ha, you’re the one I’m after, 

Mad March Hare, you need some laughter.” 

Then, the Mad March Hare began 
to laugh, and Susan Sparrow and Char¬ 
lie Chipmunk, and Shaggy Bear and 
Hop-Skip, all began to laugh, and they 
formed a ring and danced around 
Fairy Laughter, until they danced away 
home. 

That night, 

When Susan Sparrow got into the tub, 

She laughed as she started to rub and scrub. 

And Charlie Chipmunk sang: 

“A merry little song I’ll waft her, 

Combing my hair for Fairy Laughter.” 

Then Shaggy Bear whistled, and 
sang: 

“Fairy Whistle, is Laughter’s daughter, 

’Tis fun to bring in the wood and water.” 


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Animal Tales 


The Mad March Hare listened to 
hear what Hop-Skip would do. 

He laughed, and mended each broken toy, 

And smiled as he shouted, “Ship, Ahoy!” 

The Mad March Hare was so sur¬ 
prised to hear so much laughter and 
whistling and singing, he cried: 

“I am glad—I am glad, 

There is laughter everywhere; 

I am glad—I am glad, 

I’m a very merry March Hare.” 

Fairy Laughter laughed as merrily 
as a tinkling bell, and she sang: 

“The Mad March Hare, -the Mad March Hare, 
Is merry in the spring; 

The Mad March Hare, the Mad March Hare, 
Has learned to laugh and sing.* 


i 

A COMMUNITY CIRCUS 

Once upon a time the animals met 
in the woods and Silver-Tail, the Sly 
Fox, said: 

“Summer will be coming soon, 

Let’s plan a circus for merry June.” 

“Hear, hear, hear,” cried Old Hug¬ 
ger, the Bear, and all the Bushy-Tail 
family cried, “Hurrah!” 

“We can’t have a circus you understand, 
Without a very lively band,” 

continued Silver-Tail. 

Then the animals all talked together 
and told what wonderful musicians 
they were. Old Hop-and-Skip, the 
Rabbit, said he could play the drum, 
and Old Man Curly-Tail, the Squirrel, 
said he could play the violin, and Old 
Man Gruff, the Wolf, said he could 
play the flute better than the Pied 
Piper. 




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Animal Tales 


“We need a leader as IVe heard tell, 

To make the band sound very well,” 

said Silver-Tail. 

Then, of course, every one of those 
comical animals wanted to lead the 
band, and none of them really knew 
how. 

They were having a great talk when 
old Hop-and-Skip whispered to Old 
Man Curly-Tail, and he whispered to 
Old Man Gruff, and so on, until finally 
Old Man Roarer, the Lion, shouted: 

“Old Man Builder, it appears, 

Has led a band for years and years.” 

They all gave three cheers for Old 
Man Builder, and Silver-Tail said: 

“He is shy, he only comes out at night, 

But he is the one we must invite.” 

So he sent Little Long Stripes, the 
Chipmunk, with the invitation to Old 
Man Builder, to be leader of the Circus 
Band. 

“Rap-a-tap,” sounded Little Long- 
Stripes’ cane as he came to Old Man 
Builder’s house, at sunset. 


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He said: 

“The circus will be very grand, 

If you will only lead our band.” 

Old Man Builder said: 

“I am shy, so very shy, 

Please close the door and say, ‘good bye/ ” 

Little Long-Stripes said the Mon¬ 
keys would do the tricks, the Giraffe 
would march around the ring, and Sil¬ 
ver-Tail would be the clown, but they 
must have a band leader, of course. 

Old Man Builder said: 

“I don’t like a circus-day parade, 

I am so shy, I am afraid.” 

With that he ducked his head down 
in the water and disappeared under a 
neat little log house. 

Every animal visited him in turn, and 
he always answered: 

“I don’t like a circus-day parade, 

I am so shy, I am afraid.” 

The animals went ahead and prac¬ 
ticed for the circus, and they had fun 
for a year and a day, getting ready. 

Old Man Builder stayed in his house 
on the pond, and every day and every 


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night it drew nearer and nearer Circus 
Day. 

The animals still begged him to lead 
the band and they wrote him a letter, 
saying: 

“We will suit your convenience quite, 

And have the Circus show at night.” 

They knew that Old Man Builder 
was very shy about coming out in the 
day time. 

Old Man Tu-Who, the Owl, came 
by whistling and calling: 

“Old Man Builder, you are silly, 

You might get a big water-lily!” 

Old Man Builder dearly loved to eat 
the roots of the water-lily, so he pricked 
up his ears, and said: 

“To The Circus perhaps I’ll go, 

To just look on for a minute or so.” 

So saying, he brushed his coat and 
napped his flat old tail, “turn, turn, 
turn.” It sounded as though he were 
leading a band; and keeping time with 
his tail. 

Every hour it grew nearer and nearer 
time for the Circus. 


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The animals put up a great tent and 
a sign on it, 

“If you will step inside the tent, 

You will have much merriment.” 

All the animals in the woods bought 
tickets, of course, and they came in with 
all their families. 

They waited one hour and sixteen 
minutes in the tent, and murmured: 

“Where is the band? 

We don’t understand.” 

/ 

Others said: 

“Why don’t they begin? 

We are all within.” 

Suddenly, to the delight of all, Old 
Hop-and-Skip came in with a little 
red drum, beating it, and singing: 

“A rat, a, tat, tat, a turn, ti, turn, 

Hurrah, for Circus Days have come.” 

Old Man Curly-Tail came with his 
violin, shouting: 

“I will play a merry measure, 

It will surely give you pleasure.” 

Old Man Gruff came fluting and 
tooting. 



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Animal Tales 


At this very minute, to the surprise 
of all, Old Man Roarer shouted: 

“Take your places on the stand, 

Here comes the leader of the band.” 

Old Man Builder came in as bold 
as you please. He sat down and began 
to beat time with his wonderful tail. 

“One two, one two, one two, begin,” 

And the band it made a merry din. 

The animals in the ring pranced, the 
clown sang nonsense songs, and the 
monkey played tricks. 

They all cried: 

“Hurrah for the Community band, 

Hurrah for the Circus in Animal Land.” 

Then the Clown presented Old Man 
Builder with a huge water-lily, and an¬ 
other, and another, and Old Man Gruff 
said: 

“We’ll take you homeward in a boat, 

Where other water-lilies float.” 

Old Man Builder had never bom so 
happy before in all his life. He cried: 

“I^am glad I helped you lead the bai\ I, 

I m a community worker you und* Irstand.” 


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They all clapped and the band went, 

“A, rat, a, tat, a, turn, ti, turn, 

Come live in Animal Land; 

A rat, a, tat, a, turn, ti, turn, 

Hurrah for the Circus Band!” 

At last the Circus was over, red lem¬ 
onade, popcorn and all. The animals 
went home, and Old Man Builder had 
all the water-lilies he could carry. 

After that he was never quite so shy, 
and sometimes he would even open his 
door to visitors in the day time. 

He used to sing to his friends and 
neighbors: 

“A community Circus is lots of fun, 

If you are willing workers every one; 

And the music sounds so very grand, 

When you have a leader for your band.” 

Old Man Tu-Who called out: 

‘‘How did it happen you came to go? 

Who likes water-lilies, ho, ho, ho!” 

Then Old Man Builder would duck 
down into the water, and the only an¬ 
swer he gave was thump, thump, 
thump, of his old tail. 

He used his tail as a paddle in swim¬ 
ming. 


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Animal Tales 


Old Man Tu-Who flew off singing: 

“Who likes water-lilies, do you, do you, 

I wish you would answer and tell me who?” 

Old Man Builder was way down the 
stream by this time, so Old Man Tu- 
Who went off crying, “Who, who, 
who?” 

The animals wrote Old Man Builder 
a letter and said: 

“Please don’t swim too far away, 

We’ll have a circus night and day.” 


I am sure Old Man Builder agreed 
to this, for any night, if you visit him, 
you can hear his tail beating time, as 
he sings: 

“A, rat, a, tat, I understand, 

I am the leader of the band, 

A community Circus is lots of fun, 

A rat, a, tat, a turn, ti, turn.” 


LITTLE BOW-WOW 


“Little Bow-Wow 
Will show you how,” 

called a merry voice one day, as a little 
dog with a curly tail came in sight. 

Little Bow-Wow was always good- 
natured and always showing other dogs 
where the good bones were buried, and 
always busily working. 

He lived with Bluster and Brag, two 
big dogs, in the cutest dog house in the 
world. 

Bluster gave directions from morn¬ 
ing till night. He said: 

“I wish I had a little daughter, 

To go and get a pail of water.” 

Then Little Bow-Wow said: 

“Til go and get you water today, 

I’m very glad to help that way.” 

Off he would go with a hip, and a 
hop, after the pail of water. 

Then Brag would say: 

“If I had some cones from the old pine tree, 
I’d make our fire burn merrily.” 


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Animal Tales 


Little Bow-Wow would sing out: 

“I will run to the old pine tree, 

I am a willing- worker you see.” 

Off he would go with his little basket 
for pine cones. 

One evening Old Brother Shaggy 
came “rap-a-tap”, at the door. 

He settled himself on the rag rug 
by the fire, and asked: 

“What will you wear to the county fair, 

Of course you all will journey there?” 

Bluster showed his new tan suit, and 
sailor hat. He said no one would look 
as fine as he, and he expected the first 
prize and a blue ribbon. 

Old Brother Shaggy said: “I will 
brush my old coat well, and only wear 
a new red ribbon on my neck.” So say¬ 
ing, he took out yards, and yards, and 
yards of new red ribbon from his left- 
hand overcoat pocket. 

All this time Little Bow-Wow sat si¬ 
lently in the corner. 

Old Brother Shaggy said: “What 
will you wear, Little Bow-Wow?” 


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Then Bluster and Brag shouted in 
one breath: 

“Little Bow-Wow, oh, he won’t be there, 

He can’t go to the county fair.” 

To this, Old Brother Shaggy made 
no reply, but he thought volumes, as he 
sat on the old rag rug by the fire. 

The days went merrily by and Little 
Bow-Wow went about working and 
singing as usual. 

“If you want to be happy I’ll tell you how,” 

Says dear little, queer little, funny Bow-Wow. 

At last, the great day came to start for 
the fair. 

Bluster shouted, “Where is my neck¬ 
tie? Where is my overcoat?” 

Brag cried, looking in the mirror, 
“I will take the first prize, I am sure.” 

Soon Bluster and Brag went trotting 
off merrily to the county fair. 

Little Bow-Wow stood in the door¬ 
way, waving his little red pocket hand¬ 
kerchief until he could see them no 
longer. 

Then he swept the room and sat 
down on the old rag rug to think. He 
said over and over: 


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Animal Tales 


“I will be happy all day long, 

I’ll sing to help the work along.” 

At this very minute, “rap-a-tap,” 
sounded on the window-pane. There 
stood Old Brother Shaggy peering in. 

Little Bow-Wow cried happily: 

“I am quite surprised to see you there, 

I thought you were at the county fair.” 

Old Brother Shaggy bowed and 
showed his number for entering the 
fair. He said very slowly: 

“I’ve a tired foot, and a lame back, 

I think I have some kind of attack.” 

Little Bow-Wow helped him in, and 
tucked him snugly in an old basket by 
the fire, and gave him a cup of ginger 
tea. After which Old Brother Shaggy 
felt better, and said: 

“You have such a smiling face, 

Go, Little Bow-Wow, and take my place.” 

Then he gave Little Bow-Wow the 
number to enter the fair, and he pulled 
out yards, and yards, and yards of red 
ribbon from his great overcoat pocket 
and made a wonderful bow to tie on 
Little Bow-Wow’s collar. 


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Off went Little Bow-Wow to the 
county fair. 

Old Brother Shaggy winked at the 
old clock on the wall, and said: 

“I had an attack of sympathy, 

Ha, ha, old clock, please agree with me.” 

Then he got up, and danced a funny 
little dance on the old rag rug, and by 
and by, down the path came Bluster 
and Brag and Little Bow-Wow. 

Little Bow-Wow had won the prize, 
he waved the blue ribbon, shouting: 

“I am not very old, I am not very wise, 

But Old Brother Shaggy, I took the prize.” 

Now, will you believe it, they all 
agreed that he deserved it. 

Little Bow-Wow went on working 
and singing happy little songs all his 
life. 

He sang: 

“If you want to be happy and don’t know how, 
Just make a call on Little Bow-Wow.” 

I think he has friends all over the 
world, for wherever I go, I hear some 
of his relations talking about him, and 
calling, “Bow-Wow, Bow-Wow, Bow- 
Wow.” 


BUNNY BOB-TAIL 

As Bunny Bob-Tail went pitter, pat¬ 
ter, through the woods one day, he 
heard Girl Goldy sighing: 

“On Easter I will have much sorrow, 

No eggs to-day, no eggs to-morrow.” 

Bunny Bob-Tail ran right up to Girl 
Goldy and said: 

“I’ll get the eggs before you ask it, 

If you’ll lend me your market basket!” 

No sooner said than done, and in 
less time than it takes to tell it, Bunny 
Bob-Tail ran on through the woods car¬ 
rying the market basket. He said: 

“I’ll get my eggs from the Old Red Hen, 

My journey will be ended then.” 

He ran to a farm yard, and said to 
the Old Red Hen: 

“I need some fresh eggs right away, 

I’ll color them for Easter Day.” 

At this, the Old Red Hen ran away 
crying: 

“Bunny Bob-Tail it is funny, 

1 have no eggs to sell for money.” 

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Bunny Bob-Tail did not know what 
to do next, but he imagined someone 
must have taken the eggs belonging to 
the Old Red Hen, so he said: 

“Who stole your eggs? I wish I knew, 

The wise owl sings, tu-whit, tu-who.” 

Bunny Bob-Tail ran on through the 
woods, and soon he 
saw the funniest sight. 

Five and twenty 
Bunnies sat in a cir¬ 
cle with paint pot and 
brushes. They were 
a 11 painting Easter 
Eggs, and as fast as 
possible they filled 
five and twenty little 
wheelbarrows with 
them. 

Without any warning Bunny Bob- 
Tail jumped into the middle of their 
circle, and cried: 

“I need some fresh eggs right away, 

I’ll color them for Easter Day.” 

The Bunnies gave him a pile of eggs 
and a paint pot and brush, and soon 




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he was painting eggs red, white and 
blue. 

The Bunnies gave him a wheelbar¬ 
row, and soon he joined the other Bun¬ 
nies on their march through the woods. 

First of all they took a wheelbarrow 
full of eggs to the Old Red Hen, say¬ 
ing: 

“Easter eggs red, white and blue, 

We will all present to you.” 

Then they went all over town and 
hid eggs for boys and girls to find on 
Easter morning. 

Thump, bump, something fell on 
Bunny Bob-Tail’s head and a leaf woke 
him up with a start, but by his side was 
a market basket full of eggs for Girl 
Goldy. 

He crept into the house and hid the 
eggs everywhere you can imagine. 

On Easter morning Girl Goldy had 
a jolly hunt,'and cried: 

“Here are Easter eggs without a doubt. 

Bunny Bob-Tail was about.” 

Then she tied a blue ribbon ’round 
Bunny Bob-Tail’s neck and he ran with 


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a hop, and a skip, and a bound through 
the woods. 

He was looking for five and twenty 
Bunnies with five and twenty wheel¬ 
barrows full of Easter eggs. 

When you see a Bunny running 
through the woods in the spring, you 
may be sure he is looking for Easter 
eggs. 


BIG BROTHER BUILDER 

Big Brother Builder, the Beaver, was 
working away in the moonlight, sing¬ 
ing: 

“Like a Beaver, work away, 

Turn your night time into day.” 

It was a lucky thing he was singing, 
for Brother Fly-Away, the Flying 
Squirrel, was looking for him. 

As soon as he heard Big Brother 
Builder, he cried: 

“Come, help us finish Old Shaggy’s den, 

For he will be quite happy then.” 

Big Brother Builder dropped the log 
he was carrying and began to swim 
across the pond, using his wonderful 
tail as a paddle. He went along with 
Brother Fly-Away until he came to the 
den and found none of the family at 
home. 

Said Big Brother Builder, “Be still as a mouse, 
By his den le-t’s build Shaggy-Coat a new 
house.” 

My, he was a wonderful builder! He 
took the bark off a tree, and cut the 

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chips with his sharp teeth. Soon the 
tree fell. He said he would build a 
log house for Old Shaggy. 

In a time, and a time, and quarter 
of a time, the house was finished, even 
to a red rocking chair for Old Shaggy. 

Big Brother Builder said: 

‘‘Longer away I must not roam. 

For I must go and build my home.” 

As he started homeward, Brother 
Fly-Away called: 

“Brother, don’t you think it best, 

To help line Brother Long-Tail’s nest?” 

Brother Long-Tail, the Squirrel, was 
building a home in a hollow tree. He 
had been carrying maple leaves in his 
mouth for days and days, to line his 
nest and make it snug and warm for 
winter. 

Big Brother Builder carried two hun¬ 
dred and ninety-nine leaves to help line 
the nest. As he finished, he sang as 
before: 

“Longer away I must not roam, 

For I must go to build my home.” 



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Then Brother Fly-Away called: 

“For Brother Long-Ears have a care, 

See, he started a burrow •there!” 

Sure enough, Long-Ears, the Hare, 
had started a burrow and gone away, 
so Big Brother Builder began to dig 
and dig. 

Fie soon had a wonderful burrow 
ready for Brother Long-Ears. He 
said: 

“I have always been so very shy, 

I am glad there are no passers-by.” 

Brother Fly-Away said: 

“You express my sentiments quite, 

I am also very fond of night.” 

Sure enough, Brother Fly-Away 
rarely came out until sunset. 

Soon Big Brother Builder thought 
of his own house-building and said: 

“Longer away I must not roam, 

For I must go to build my home.” 

Brother Fly-Away called: 

“Big Brother Builder’s a good friend I know, 
Merrily, merrily homeward \ye go.”-' 

They went away, away to the pond 
where Big Brother Builder had started 
his home. 


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Brother Fly-Away swung from tree 
to tree. When they reached the pond 
he set up a shout, for there was a won¬ 
derful Beaver House built of mud, and 
stones, and sticks. The house was 
eight feet long, and had real rooms in 
it. 

At this very minute five and twenty 
Beavers came out of the water and 
cried: 

“We heard you were building, dear Big Brother, 
And one good turn deserves another.” 

Then they ducked their five and 
twenty heads down into the water and 
swam away. 

Big Brother Builder went into his 
wonderful house, when “rap-a-tap,” was 
heard on the door. 

There stood Old Brother Shaggy 
with a bag full of poplar bark, saying: 

“We’ve heard you’re a shy fellow ’tis true, 

Bwt here is some poplar bark for you.” 

Big Brother Builder just had time 
to say “Thank you,” when “rap-a-tap,” 
was heard on the window, and in came 
Brother Long-Tail, saying: 


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“We’ve heard you’re a shy fellow ’tis true, 

But here is some cotton-wood bark for you.” 

Big Brother Builder made a bow and 
at that very minute Brother Long-Ears 
arrived, saying: 

“We’ve heard you’re a shy fellow ’tis true, 
But here is some willow bark for you.” 

Big Brother Builder was so fond of 
eating bark and so happy to receive his 
visitors that they all danced in a circle, 
and the guests sang: 

“Big - Builder is the finest Brother, 

And one good turn deserves another.” 

So, by and by, singing and dancing, 
the guests danced away in the moon¬ 
light. 

Brother Fly-Away called: 

“I am neither old nor wise, 

But all the animals have a surprise.” 


Sure enough, the animals were sur¬ 
prised when they got home and saw 
what Big Brother Builder had done 
to help them in their house-building. 


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Big Brother Builder went to sleep 
in his new home, singing: 

“It pays to be friendly with each other, 

I am glad the animals call me Brother. 

It is the rule in Animal Land, 

For every one to lend a hand. 

At sunrise, I’ll put on my old night-cap, 

’Tis then, Brother Builder, takes his nap; 

Big Brother Builder sleeps all day it seems, 
’Tis then, that he goes to the land of dreams.” 



THE PEEK-A-BOO KITTEN 

Once upon a time Little Boy Blue 
sat up in bed. “Rap-a-tap,” was heard 
on the window pane. He looked out 
and saw the cutest little Kitten on the 
window-sill. To his surprise the Kitten 
called out: 

“I’m the Peek-A-Boo Kitten, 

I’ve formed the habit 
To call on children I know; 

I’m the Peek-A-Boo Kitten, 

I’ve formed the habit 
To hip-hop across the snow.” 


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Boy Blue was surprised to hear the 
Kitten talking, and sure enough there 
had been a late snow-storm, and the 
Kitten stood shaking his paws to get 
rid of the snow. 

Boy Blue reached up and opened the 
window beside his bed and said, “Won’t 
you come in, you cute little gentleman, 
and dry your fur and whiskers?” 

The Peek-A-Boo Kitten came in and 
perched on the bed, shaking himself 
dry, he said: 

“Something pleasant I heard you know, 

Just before this flurry of snow.” 

“Nothing pleasant happens to me,” 
said Boy Blue, “with my twisted leg, 
and twisted disposition.” 

The Peek-A-Boo Kitten continued 
quite as though no one had answered 
him: 

“Sweet spring' sang. I’m not mis-taken, 

Soon everything will waken, waken.” 

“Did she mean to wake the brook, 
and birds, and pussy-willows?” asked 
Boy Blue, interested in spite of himself. 

The Kitten continued: 

“There’s a story told in every clime, 

At Easter Time, at Easter Time.” 


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The Kitten talked lower, and lower, 
and Boy Blue fell asleep. When he 
awoke, the Kitten had gone. 

Next day, “Rap-a-tap,” sounded on 
the window-pane. There stood the 
Peek-A-Boo Kitten. He came in as 
soon as the window was opened, sing¬ 
ing: 

“I can’t stay serious a day, 

Because I wasn’t made that way.” 

He hopped about in such a comical 
manner that Boy Blue laughed. 

Boy Blue said: 

“Tell me, wee Kitten, what can I do, 

At Easter Time to make some one glad too.” 

The Kitten sang out happily at that, 
for he saw the desire to help someone 
waken in Boy Blue’s heart, so he fairly 
shouted: 

“Easter cards will give much, pleasure, 

These are things we all can treasure.” 

“I could send out Easter cards, but 
I have no money to buy them with,” 
said Boy Blue sadly. 

The Peek-A-Boo Kitten started off 
in a terrible hurry saying: 


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“I will ask the Hill Men for a penny, 

A dime or two, if they have any.” 

Whisk! bound! he was off and away, 
and when night time came Boy Blue 
dreamed that he could hear the little 
Hill Men digging for gold. 

Next day a familiar voice called: 

# “I am Pussy Peek-A-Boo, 

Through the window I see you.” 

In he bounded with a basket full of 
pennies, calling: 

“Pennies to spend, pennies to spend, 

Pennies to give, pennies to lend/’ 

He poured two hundred and sixteen 
pennies right on the bed w T here Boy 
Blue lay, singing again: 

“Ha, ha, who will shopping go, 

To buy the Easter cards, I know.” 

“How I wish I could buy them my¬ 
self; how I wish I could get out of this 
room,” said Boy Blue. 

He spoke so sadly that the Kitten ran 
off in a hurry, calling: 

“Hurry up, get over those tears, 

Or I’ll not call in years, and years.” 


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Boy Blue dried his eyes and made out 
a list of boys and girls and old ladies 
and old gentlemen that he knew would 
be happy to receive Easter cards. 

The Kitten must have lingered about 
somewhere, for he cried: 

“Save some money for stamps you know, 

A penny will make a postal go.” 

So, Boy Blue put some of the pennies 
in piles for stamps and some for postal 
cards. 

Next day mother bought the cards. 

My! how pretty they were! 

Boy Blue wrote on the cards and sent 
them all. 

One old lady who received a card 
said: 

“Dear me, dear me, I do declare, 

He can have my little boy’s wheel chair.” 

Surprises began to come thick and 
fast after that, as in rolled a wheel chair, 
and Boy Blue could sit in it and wheel 
himself all about the room. He forgot 
his twisted legs, and his twisted disposi¬ 
tion was entirely cured. 

The Peek-A-Boo Kitten still came to 
visit him, and Boy Blue said, “Do you 


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know as much about hiding Easter 
eggs as your cousin, The Peek-A-Boo 
Rabbit?” 

The Kitten ran off without answer¬ 
ing, but on Easter morning came in 
singing: 

“The candy eggs will keep a week, 

Come, play a game of hide and seek.” 

Boy Blue wheeled himself over to the 
mantlepiece. There was a red candy 
egg under the clock. Under a vase on 
the table was a blue candy egg. In a 
basket was a brown candy egg. 

Who could have hidden them all? 

The happiest moment of all was when 
mother wheeled him on the porch and 
a robin sang: 

“Good morning, good morning, Little Boy Blue, 
I know something about Easter eggs too/’ 

Sure enough, there were three blue 
eggs in the robin’s nest. 

Boy Blue was happy and the Peek- 
A-Boo Kitten called: 

“Send out messages of cheer, 

’Twill make you happy all the year.” 

“Do you mean I am to send out cards 
on Thanksgiving Day, and Valentine’s 


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Day, and Christmas, and all sorts of 
day's?” asked Boy Blue. As the Kitten 
nodded, he said: 

“Thoughtful things I’ll try to do, 

Thank you Pussy Peek-A-Boo.” 

Pussy Peek-A-Boo went off singing: 

“Pm the Peek-A-Boo Kitten, 

I’ve formed the habit 

To call on children I know; 

Pm the Peek-A-Boo Kitten, 

I’ve formed the habit 
To hip-hop across the snow.” 


OLD MAN ROAR-A-WAY’S 
CHRISTMAS DAY 


Old Man Roar-A-Way, the Lion, sat 
in his den hard at work making brooms. 

He said in a sing-song kind of way: 

“Buy a broom sings Old Roar-A-Way, 

I’ll spend my pennies ^on Christmas Day.” 

He made wonderful brooms and 
every Saturday afternoon took them to 
town to sell, and every Saturday even¬ 
ing he counted out the money he had 
made selling brooms. 

“Clink, clink, clink,” went the pieces 
of silver in his china tea-pot. 

As he counted out a pile of silver he 
said: 

“There is my Merry Christmas Tree, 

I have money to buy it now you see.” 

Then he counted out another pile of 
money and said: 

“There is a new smoking-jacket for me, 

I have money to buy it now you see.” 


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Then he counted out another pile of 
money and said: 

“Here is money for mittens, you will agree, 

I have money to buy them now you see.” 

Then he sat a long, long time and 
looked thoughtful, then he chuckled 
and cried: 

“I’ll have some candy ha, ha, he, he, 

I have money to buy it now you see.” 

He put back the silver in the china 
tea-pot and put on the lid, and went on 
making brooms as usual. 

“Rap-a-tap,” was heard on the door. 

In walked Old Mother Kangaroo, 

She was in trouble and showed it, too. 

She carried her babies in her pocket 
and remarked: 

“Good evening, Old Man Roar-A-Way, 

I have no money with which to pay 
House rent, or fuel, or even food, 

I’d like you to help me if you would.” 

Old Man Roar-A-Way always helped 
all the animals in the woods, so he went 
to his china tea-pot and counted out 
piece after piece of silver. 


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Old Mother Kangaroo hopped off, 
saying: 

“I thank you Old Man Roar-A-Way, 

I hope I can help you some fine day.” 

Old Man Roar-A-Way said to him¬ 
self: 

“It takes time to save money, as all can see, 
There goes my Merry Christmas Tree.” 

At this very minute “rap-a-tap” was 
heard on the door, and in walked Old 
Man Humpy-Back, the Camel, sigh¬ 
ing: 

“I need a new blanket for my back, 

Just two dollars in cash I lack.” 

Old Man Roar-A-Way went to his 
china tea-pot and found two dollars for 
Old Man Humpy-Back, who went off 
happily, calling: 

“I thank you Old Man Roar-A-Way, 

I hope I can help you some fine day.” 

Old Man Roar-A-Way sat down in 
his green plush rocking chair and said 
to himself: 

“It takes time to save money, as all can see, 
There will be no new smoking jacket for me.” 

He sat rocking to and fro, to and fro, 
when he heard the pitter, patter, pitter, 


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patter of little feet. He looked out and 
saw Shy Boy, the Deer, coming along., 
He heard him cry: 

“I need some money, I have to choose, 
Between low slippers or winter shoes.” 

Sure enough, the Deer needed shoes 
badly. 

He certainly needed new shoes for 
winter. 

Old Man Roar-A-Way said: 

• “To be saving I always try, 

But the price of leather is high” 

Now the worst of it was, the Deer 
had to have two pairs of shoes, for he 
had so many feet! 

Old Man Roar-A-Way counted out 
dollars and dollars and dollars from his 
china tea-pot. Would he never stop? 

By and by Shy Boy went off with the 
money, saying: 

“I thank you Old Man Roar-A-Way, 

I hope I can help you some fine day/’ 

Old Man Roar-A-Way whispered to 
himself: 

“It takes time to save money, as all can see, 

My mittens have vanished you will agree.” 


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He sat down and began to play his 
old squeaky organ, when he got a great 
hug and saw Old Lady Hug-A-Bit. She 
cried: 

“I hate to ask you to loan me money, 

But really I need a pot of honey.” 

Old Man Roar-A-Way took out of 
his tea-pot the last round shining dollar 
he had. 

As he gave it to Old Lady Hug-A- 
Bit, she said: 

“I thank you Old Man Roar-A-Way, 

I hope I can help you some fine day.” 

Old Man Roar-A-Way laid down on 
his green plush sofa, saying: 

“It takes time to save money, as all can see, 
There will be no nice sweet candy for me.” 

Every hour it grew nearer and nearer 
Christmas Eve. 

Now the funniest part of the funniest 
part of the story is still to come. 

As jolly Old Santa Claus went 
through the woods, his sleigh-bells tin¬ 
kling, he heard Old Mother Kangaroo 
call: 

“Wait a minute Santa, if you please, 

Tuck in one of my Christmas trees.” 


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Santa Claus had only gone a little 
way further when he heard Old Man 
Humpy-Back call: 

‘‘Wait Santa, your sleigh bells make such a 
racket, 

I want to put in a new smoking jacket.” 

Then jingle, jingle went OJd Santa’s 
sleigh bells, and Shy Boy stood stock 
still in the path before him, singing: 

“Mittens I am holding here, because 

I want you to take them Santa Claus.” 

At this very minute Old Lady Hug- 
A-Bit came by. She called: 

“Here is a plate of molasses candy, 

I thought that it might come in handy.” 

Everything the animals handed Santa 
Claus had a card upon it, and every 
card said, “Merry Christmas!” 

Jingle, jingle, jingle went the bells 
from Santa’s sleigh. He drew nearer 
and nearer Old Man Roar-A-Way’s 
den. 

By and by Old Santa Claus stopped. 
He said: 

“No chimney near his den, I see, 

I'll leave the presents on the tree.” 


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He set up the Christmas Tree and 
put the presents upon it. 

On Christmas morning Old Man 
Roar-A-Way went to look in his empty 
china tea-pot, then he went to the door 
and saw the wonderful Christmas Tree, 
his new red smoking-jacket, his fine 
new mittens and his plate of molasses 
candy. 

Just then he saw all his animal friends 
trooping through the woods and he 
heard a great shout, “Merry Christmas! 
Merry Christmas!” 


IN ANIMAL CRACKER LAND 


Once upon a time, Little Tommy 
Tucker cried when he could not go to 
the Zoo. He cried when he had to go 
to school, and he cried when he had to 
stay at home. He cried when he fell 
down, and cried whenever he could not 
have his own way. 

Today he felt very cross because he 
could not go to the Zoo, but Uncle Phil 
gave him a box of Animal Crackers and 
said: 

“Why you cry so much, I can’t understand, 

But there’s fun in Animal Cracker Land.” 

So saying, he went out, and Tommy 
Tucker opened the box and ate a leg of 
an Animal Cracker Horse and a tail of 
an Animal Cracker Cow and a horn of 
an Animal Cracker Sheep, and he be¬ 
gan to feel so queer he did not know 

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what was the matter until he heard the 
Animal Crackers shout: 

“Perhaps he cried, just to annoy, 

But now, he’s an Animal Cracker Boy.” 

Tommy Tucker was surprised, you 
may be sure, but said: 

“Ha, ha, we are a merry band, 

Let’s go to Animal Cracker Land.” 

Then the Animal Cracker Horse ran 
so fast he fell down, and, instead of 
crying, said: 

“When I fall, I don’t mind, do you? 

I’ll, recover in -a year or two.” 

Tommy Tucker laughed, of course, 
and the Animal Cracker Cow said: 

“I feel quite funny, without my tail, 

But to laugh at a loss I never fail.” 

The Animal Cracker Sheep said: 

“Though the journey, may be long, 

We’ll laugh, and whistle, and sing a song.” 

Soon they saw a sign on a tree, 
“To Animal Cracker Land.” 

They went steadily on. 

Whenever anything went wrong, 

“I’m here,” said the Animal Cracker Horse, 

“It is better to laugh than cry, of course.” 


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All the Animals came out to meet 
them. 

There was an Animal Cracker Band 
and procession. 

Said the Animal Cracker Bear, 

“Have you Little Boo-Hoo, there?” 

Said the Lion, “If he sheds a tear, 

We will put him in a cage right here.” 

Said the Animal Cracker Kangaroo, 

“We’ll teach him to laugh at a thing or two.” 
Said the Camel, smooth and brown, 

“I’m glad Tommy Tucker came to town.” . 

The Elephant said: 

“If he’ll promise not to shed any tears, 

I’ll take him riding for years and years.” 

So he took Tommy Tucker on his 
back. 

They rode proudly up and down, 

Throughout Animal Cracker Town; 

The Animal Crackers were so funny, 

They taught him things worth lots of money— 
Whenever he started to cry, instead, 

He learned to whistle and laugh, ’tis said, 

So you’ve heard of Tommy Tucker, 

Singing merrily for his supper. 

At this very minute a great big boy 
came and said: 

“I’ll eat this Animal Cracker Bear, 

And a Camel or two if you don’t care.” 


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Then a great big girl came by and 
said: 

‘Til eat this Animal Cracker Cow, 

And a Sheep or two, now, anyhow.” 

How fast the Animal Crackers dis¬ 
appeared ! 

Just as the children said, 

“Let’s eat this Animal Cracker Boy, 

He’s cuter than a little toy!” 

Tommy Tucker fell thump, bump, out 
of his little red rocking chair. He said: 

“I’m very glad to return alive 
And be again the proper size; 

I am glad of my Animal Crackers, too— 

I don’t want to be eaten—now do you?” 
“Nonsense,” replied the Animal Cracker Horse, 
“We were made to be eaten now, of course; 

But you were made, it really appears, 

For laughter and song, instead of tears.” 

Then Tommy Tucker ate an Animal 
Cracker Horse and Cow and Sheep, 
and he made up a new song, which he 
sang every night at supper: 

“I laugh at trouble, you understand, 

For I’ve been to Animal Cracker Land; 

I’ve grown so happy, I’ll tell you why, 

It is just as easy to laugh as cry.” 


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Then the Animal Crackers that were 
left laughed in their little paper Animal 
Cracker Box. 

“Just hear him laugh, we taught him how/’ 
Said the Little Animal Cracker Cow; 

“If *their little jokes you'd understand, 

Just go to Animal Cracker Land.” 

After that, when anything went 
wrong with Tommy Tucker, mother 
would look at father, and father would 
look at mother, and say, “Why doesn’t 
Tommy Tucker cry?” 

Uncle Phil would answer, “The Ani¬ 
mal Crackers could tell you why!” 

Tommy Tucker sang: 

“When I stumble, I don’t mind, do you? 

I’ll recover in a year or two; 

I laugh when I tumble, you understand, 

I learned that i,n Animal Cracker Land.” 


PRINCE FAIR-PLAY 


Once upon a time there was a Calico 
Pony named Prince Fair-Play. He ran 
to and fro and never stayed in one place 
long, for he was looking for a kind 
master. 

He needed to be shod and said: 

“I travel about, to carry ;the news, 

But, little master, I need new shoes/’ 

The little boy who rode on him paid 
no attention to his remarks and Prince 
Fair-Play stumbled and fell. 

When evening came Prince Fair- 
Play traveled on and met a little boy 
going down the road. This little boy 
rode home on his back and put him in 
the stable, but forgot to close the door. 

Prince Fair-Play whispered: 

“He seems a kind master, but what do you 
think? 

He forgot to give me food and drink!” 

Prince Fair-Play got out of the stable 
and went trotting down the road until 
he met another boy. He stopped and 

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let the boy get on his back, but the boy 
whipped him with the branch of a tree 
he was carrying. 

Prince Fair-Play said: 

“If you were the pony, and I the master, 

Would you like to be whipped, to travel 
faster?” 

The little boy did not understand 
pony language, and soon Prince Fair- 
Play dropped him off his back gently 
and left him in the road and said: 

“Turn about is fair play, 

Any day, any day!” 

He next met a little boy, who tied up 
his tail and the flies worried him, so he 
said: 

“You wouldn’t bob a tail, of course, 

If you knew how flies could worry a horse.” 

The little boy paid no attention and 
Prince Fair-Play left him also in the 
road. 

He began to despair of finding a 
master who would ever understand him, 
when he passed by a neat little garden, 
where an Up-To-Date Boy was picking 
vegetables and washing them neatly and 
putting them into bundles to sell. 


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The Up-To-Date Boy put the vege¬ 
tables in a basket and said: 

# “I am quite happy, I do declare. 

Though I have to travel on old Shank’s mare!” 

Prince Fair-Play trotted up the gar¬ 
den path, saying: 

“You can have your way, of course, 

But I am Prince Fair-Play, a real wish-horse.” 

The Up-To-Date Boy was surprised 
you may be sure. He said: 

“Calico Pony, Prince Fair-Play, 

I wish you were mine, for a year and a day.” 

Then Prince Fair-Play stooped to be 
petted and the Up-To-Date Boy said: 

“Fll be a kind master if you choose, 

But first you must really have new shoes; 
When hungry and thirsty, I’ll always think, 
To give you food, and give you drink. 

I’d never whip a pony or horse, 

I’d give you a fly-net, too, of course; 

And never bob your tail, I see 
It is useful to you as it can be. 

Then, too, I will find you a nice warm stable, 
Just as soon as I am able.” 

All this the Up-To-Date Boy did, and 
Prince Fair-Play took him to market 
every day, and the Boy sold so many 


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vegetables that he soon had a bank ac¬ 
count. 

Prince Fair-Play was happy with bis 
new shoes, and good food and drink, 
and fly net, and comfortable stable, so 
he hummed over and over: 

“Turn about is fair play, 

Any day, any day.” 

The Up-To-Date Boy sang: 

“I am glad you came riding by that day, 

Prince Fair-Play, Prince Fair-Play.” 

They were happy as happy could be. 

So the Boy and the Pony helped one another, 
And the Boy loved the pony like a brother; 
He gayly whistled and rode away 
On the Calico Pony, Prince Fair-Play. 



LITTLE HIPPETY-HOP 

Once upon a time Little Hippety- 
Hop said: 

“TO give invitation hearty, 

To my very own birthday party.” 


So he went with a hop and a skip to 
Old Man Humpy-Back, the Camel, and 
said: 

“I am very happy to invite, 

You to a party tomorrow night.” 

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Old Man Humpy-Back accepted 
with pleasure and offered to carry any 
of the other guests upon his back. 

Next, Little Hippety-Hop went to 
Old Man Builder, the Beaver, and 
asked him to his birthday party, to 
which Old Man Builder replied: 

‘Til bring you a present, for I am told, 

You are going to be sixteen years old.” 

Little Hippety-Hop laughed and 
went down the road and into the woods, 
where he met Old Shaggy Coat, the 
Bear, and Old Man Roar-A-Way, the 
Lion, and Old Mother Kangaroo, and 
Little Bow-Wow, and Pussy Whiskers. 

He invited them all to his birthday 
party, and went off singing: 

“Ha, ha, if I don’t mistake it, 

We must have a cake—how can I make it?” 

Sure enough, he had to have a cake 
for his birthday party. 

He ran to his sack of flour and sang: 

“Flour, tell me how to make, 

An enormous birthday cake.” 

To his surprise the Flour said: 

“Ask the sugar on the table, 

To answer you, I am not able.” 


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So, Little Hippety-Hop said: 

“Sugar, tell me how to make, 

An enormous birthday cake.” 

The Sugar replied in her sweet voice: 

“The eggs may answer, since you ask it, 

See, they all are in the basket.” 

Little Hippety-Hop said to them: 

“Eggs, please tell me how to make, 

An enormous birthday cake.” 

The Eggs said: 

“Ask the milk, we often think, 

It’s good in cake, or good to drink.” 

Little Hippety-Hop lost no time, you 
may be sure, but asked his question of 
the milk, who replied: 

“Your question sets my heart a-flutter, 

You had better ask a pound of butter!” 

The Butter said: 

“You rather take me by surprise, 

The Baking Powder makes it rise.” 

The Baking Power had learned many 
things as he sat in his can on the shelf, 
so he fairly shouted: 

“Little Hippety-Hop, you must look, 

For the recipe in an old cook book.” 


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Little Hippety-Hop ran to the Old 
Cook Book, who sang to him: 

“If you would make a birthday cake, 

Measure things, make no mistake: 

A cup of sugar mix up soon, 

With butter-—take a tablespoon— 

Take two eggs and beat them light. 

Into the mixture, pure and white; 
One-and-a-half cups white flour, 

Beat in hard as in your power; 

Of baking powder a heaping spoon, 

You will have to put in soon; 

• One-half cup milk completes the cake, 

And it is ready now to bake.” 

Little Hippety-Hop made a wonder¬ 
ful Birthday cake, it was so large—so 
large—so large—that he had to bake it 
in a dish-pan, for you see he took twenty 
times the recipe! 

When it was done, in came Old Man 
Humpv-Back, and Old Man Builder, 
and Old Man Shaggy Coat, and Old 
Man Roar-A-Way, and they said: 

“Instead of a birthday present, ’tis true. 

This cup of frosting we made for you.” 

They were very thoughtful, for sugar 
was scarce in Animal Land. 

Then Little Bow-Wow and Pussy 
Whiskers said: 

“Here are sixteen candles for your cake, 

Count them all, make no mistake.” 


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At this very minute Old Mother Kan¬ 
garoo came in and scattered red sugar 
on the cake. 

The animals put candles on the cake 
and lighted them and they lasted sixteen 
hours, while the merry birthday party 
went on. 

The animats danced and sang and 
told funny stories, and each one ate two 
enormous slices of Little Hippety- 
Hop’s birthday cake, and they all said: 

“We’ll give invitation hearty, 

Next year to our birthday party.” 

Then each one felt down in his over¬ 
coat pocket, or in his apron pocket, or 
in his trouser pocket, as the case might 
be, and gave Little Hippety-Hop a 
piece of stick-candy. 

They gave him peppermint candy 
and lemon stick-candy and cinnamon 
candy and wintergreen candy and hore- 
hound candy, and every kind of candy 
you could think of. 

So, Little Hippetv-Hop was hapDv 
you may be sure. He sang under his 
tree home all night, and he repeated 


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over and over the rule for his birthday 
cake, for fear he might forget it, and he 
added: 

“This is not a nonsense song, not quite, 

Try it yourself—the rule is right!” 

If you want to make a birthday cake 
for your own party, you may try the 
rule, for I am sure Little Hippety-Hop 
was not mistaken. 


THE PIN-CUSHION CAT 

With, needles for whiskers and beads for eyes, 

Here’s the Pin-Cushion Cat who seldom cries! 

So sang the Pin-Cushion Cat one 
day, as he sat in the work basket and 
looked at Red Brother, the Cardinal, as 
he sat in his cage. 

By and by Little Boy came in and 
opened the door of Red Brother’s cage. 
Then he sang a merry song and the Pin- 
Cushion Cat said: 

“Needles and pins, needles and pins, 

When you get out, my trouble begins. ,, 

Brother Red Bird flew straight to the 
work basket. He began to pull pins 
out of the Pin-Cushion Cat. He pulled 
them out one by one with his strong bill. 

Little Boy stood by and clapped his 
hands, saying: 

“That’s the cutest little trick, you know; 

Good-bye, good-bye, to school I go.” 

He waved his hand and ran merrily 
to school. 


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The Pin-Cushion Cat looked rather 
teased. 

The scissors in the work basket went 
“snip-snap,” as though they wanted to 
make a remark, and the needles saw 
many things out of their tiny eyes, but it 
was the Spool Family who finally said: 

“It is not safe in any age, 

To let a Red Bird from his cage.” 

Brother Red Bird smelled the breath 
of apple blossoms. He darted out of 
the window and the Pin-Cushion Cat 
felt so lonesome that she shed Pin-Cush¬ 
ion tears, crying: 

“Bird lost, bird lost! 

Get him back at any cost!” 

Little Boy’s mother came and saw the 
empty cage, and Little Boy cried real 
salty tears when he came home and 
found Brother Red Bird had gone. 

“I cry, too, but what is the use of that?” 

Cried the dear little, queer little, Pin-Cushion 
Cat. 

Mother and Little Boy put an “ad” 
in the paper, but still Brother Red Bird 
did not return. 


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Then very thin grew the Pin-Cushion Cat, 
Who once ate pins and grew rather fat! 

He missed Brother Red Bird and 
wished he would come and take the pins 
out, one by one. 

One day, several years later, Uncle 
Phil came in with a merry whistle. He 
said: 

“I went to the bird store—it seems absurd—- 
But a very familiar song I heard, 

You wanted a bird, I got another, 

Perhaps it is little Red Bird’s brother.” 

Then Mother said, “Oh, dear; oh, 
dear.” 

When Little Boy looked at the bird, 
he said, “How very, very queer!” 

The bird looked sad and old. He had 
lost some feathers from his tail, and the 
birdman had found him long ago in the 
woods. 

The Pin-Cushion Cat looked very wise, 

And remarkably natural for one her size. 

The scissors in the work basket went 
“snip-snap.” 

The needles saw all that was going 
on out of their shining eyes, and the 
Spool Family said: 

“It is foolish to talk about his brother. 

We think it is Red Bird, and no other.” 


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The Bird went to the Pin-Cushion 
Cat and began to take out pins, one by 
one; then they all were happy, for they 
knew it was Brother Red Bird himself 
growm old and wise. 

They knew no stranger would know 
his tricks. 

You want to know if this tale is true, 

I really would like to know—would you? 

Says the Pin-Cushion Cat, “At any rate, 

It’s the only story I can relate.” 

She often talks of needles and pins, 

And then the story part begins; 

She has grown so old, she is very wise, 

And stares at me from her beady eyes! 



THE LITTLE RED NIGHT CAP 


“Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, 

Furry Boy, don’t you cry; 

Stars are peeping in the sky, 
Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye,” 

sang Mother Furry one evening, as 
Furry Boy winked and blinked his eyes 
and stared and stared. 

He winked his eyes and wrinkled his nose, 
He’s a naughty fellow, as you suppose. 


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Mother Furry got tired, by and by, 
rocking him in the little brown rocking 
chair, so she tucked him, wide awake as 
he was, in his little bed, singing: 

“Sleepy time, sleepy time, 

The Sandman is a rover; 

Sleepy time, sleepy time, 

All the wide world over.” 

Mother Furry went down stairs pit- 
ter, patter, pitter, patter. She said: 

“I must make him a little night cap of red, 
Then perhaps he’ll cheerfully go right to bed.” 

Now, will you believe it? Furry Boy 
threw the covers off and got right out 
of bed. 

“Tap, tap, tap,” sounded on the win¬ 
dow pane, and a cunning voice called: 

“Old Foxy Lox, out in the glen, 

Will call for you, what then? what then?’ 

There, sure enough, was Old Foxy 
Lox rapping and tapping on the win¬ 
dow pane. 

Furry Boy made a polite bow and 
Old Foxy Lox said: 

“You don’t like to go to bed, 

Suppose you come with me, instead.” 


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Furry Boy slipped the window open. 
Whisk! bound! he was out in the moon¬ 
light, following Old Foxy Lox to the 
woods. 

They ran on until they came to four¬ 
teen little foxes playing in the moon¬ 
light. . . 

The little foxes were singing: 

“The stars are bright, that shine o’er head, 

We are glad we’re not in bed.” 

The fourteen little foxes formed a 
circle round Furry Boy and he danced 
so hard that his little feet got tired and 
his head went nid-nid-nodding, in spite 
of himself. 

The foxes only made him dance 
faster. 

At last, when he could not hold his 
head up another minute, Old Foxy Lox 
said: 

“Ha, ha, we’ll take him to our den,. „ 

Perhaps he will not come out again.” 

Furry Boy followed the fourteen lit¬ 
tle foxes into the den, and when they 
pretended to fall asleep, he did the same 
and slept with one eye open. 

One of the fourteen little foxes said, 
“What fat little legs he has!” 


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Another one of the fourteen little 
foxes said, “What fat little sides he has!” 

So they went on praising Furry Boy, 
and Old Foxy Lox said, “He will make 
a fine roast tomorrow!” 

Then Furry Boy wished he was safely 
back in his own little bed at home. 

He was scared as scared could be. 

But he did what mother told him to 
do, when frightened. He sang a cheer¬ 
ful little song: 

“Sleepy time, sleepy time, 

The Sandman is a rover; 

Sleepy time, sleepy time, 

All the wide world over.” 

One by one the fourteen little foxes 
fell asleep. By and by Old Foxy Lox 
was snoring. 

At the end of one hour and forty- 
seven minutes the Sandman appeared. 
He slipped the little red night cap, that 
mother had finished, on Furry Boy’s 
head, singing softly: 

“Furry Boy, you’d better go back, 

I’ll take you riding in my sack.” 

Furry Boy was delighted to see the 
Sandman, you may be sure, and jumped 


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into his sack and away, away they went, 
over hill and dale, until they came to 
Furry Boy’s home. 

He crept in the window and was soon 
fast asleep in his own little bed. 

The next night, when Mother Furry 
said, 

“It’s eight o’clock, I’ve heard it said, 

That it is Furry Boy’s time for bed.” 

Furry Boy kissed her on both cheeks 
and ran cheerfully to bed, singing: 

"‘Hurrah for my little night cap of red, 

Fm happily, happily going to bed.” 

Mother Furry was so surprised, she 
said to herself, “What makes Furry Boy 
so good; perhaps it is the little red night 
cap. I wonder what makes him willing 
to go to bed?” 

I think Old Foxy Lox could have told 
her. 

I think the Sandman knew something 
about it, too; and he still looks after all 
the Furry people, singing as he goes 
riding by: 

“Sleepy time, sleepy time, 

The Sandman is a rover; 

Sleepy time, sleepy time, 

All the wide world over.” 


THE LONESOME BEAR 


The Lonesome Bear sat on a tele¬ 
phone box, sighing: 

“I can’t find happiness anywhere, 

I am a Lonesome Teddy Bear.” 

Then the telephone bell rang, 

“Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, 

Merrily I like to sing.” 

So it went on all day long—the Bear 
sighed and the telephone bell rang— 
and when people came to answer the 
bell, the Bear tried to make them under¬ 
stand how lonesome he was, but it was 
no use. They just answered the tele¬ 
phone call and went away. 

One evening the bell rang very softly. 

It said something beside it’s usual 
“ting-a-ling.” 

It said: 

“I know numbers everywhere, 

Why don’t you ring one, Teddy Bear?” 

That was a new idea to the Lonesome 
Bear, you may be sure. He jumped 

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down from the telephone and got a high 
chair and rang up number one. .He 
said in his growly voice: 

“Call at my house, I do declare, 

You never saw such a Lonesome Bear.” 

Now, will you believe it? The Lone¬ 
some Bear called numbers from one to 
twenty, and no one answered him at all. 

Perhaps he did not get the right num¬ 
bers, or perhaps people thought it was 
a joke. He went back and sat patiently 
on the telephone box. 

The telephone bell whispered softly: 

“Lonesome Bear, I think you’d better, 

Sit right down and write a letter.” 


So, Teddy Bear got down from the 
telephone box once more and got paper 
and pencil and began to write a letter, 
telling how lonesome he was. He. ad¬ 
dressed it to “A Lonesome Little Girl,” 
and dropped it in the mail box when no 
one was looking. 

Next day the Postman brought a 
Lonesome Little Girl with him, and 
they looked at the Lonesome Bear. 


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The telephone bell rang: 

“'He sits right here, I do declare, 

He is a very lonesome Bear.” 

The Postman gave him to the Lone¬ 
some Little Girl and she went off, hug¬ 
ging him most to death. 

She took him to her play-room and 
rocked him to and fro in her little red 
rocking chair. 

The Teddy Bear said: 

“I did not know there were Lonesome Girls, 
With bright blue eyes and yellow curls.” 

The Little Girl said: 

“I can be happy now, anywhere, 

For at last I have a singing Bear.” 

She took him to bed with her, and he 
was so happy he never closed his eyes 
all night. 

He sang the Little Girl to sleep with 
a sleepy song: 

“Lullaby, lullaby, sings each sleepy-head, 
Lullaby, lullaby, we are safe in bed; 

Into dreamland we will go, 

Rocking high and rocking low. 

Never lonesome now, you know, 

Singing lullaby.” 


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